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Rachel Ryan

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  • Birthday 11/26/2001

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    Rachel Vanessa Ryan
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    Dublin, Ireland
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    Sixth Year
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    Sturt Quidditch Team Beater
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    Karen Gillan

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  • Birthdate Day 26
  • Birthdate Month 11
  • Birthdate Year 2001
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  1. It seemed that the vast majority of people had already partnered up and not a single soul bothered asking the former Gryffindor to help them with the task - if anything, Rachel took it as a stark reminder that she should bother starting to minimally socialize. She didn't exactly think she deserved the attention in terms of friendship, but having a few contacts to make academic life easier was in her best interest - her social circle couldn't limit itself to a certain overachiever whom wasn't even present in that class. Her eyes eventually fell on a lone Bourke, the last person without a partner (from what she could gather); however, the man immediately got under her skin by him opting to ignore her existence and walking up to the Professor instead. Her eye twitched in irritation. Who did he think he was? Her hands balled into fists as she held back an outburst, teeth gritting and eyes squinting as she watched the man cast a spell on the Professor, but she was finally brought out of her reverie as his target spoke. "Oh? I have a choice?" She spat back the rhetorical question with irritation and sarcasm clear in her tone - it was either undoing that spell for a proper grade, or having to underline how empty her social life was in such a public setting. Obviously, the redhead opted for the former. In a display of brilliance, the girl waved a hand without paying much mind at what, exactly, she was dispelling; nevertheless the color returned to normal abruptly, a signal of success. With the task out of the way (even if she hadn't performed the color change proper; but that wasn't exactly her fault, was it?), Rachel gathered her belongings and left without much of a word, as the Professor had previously indicated. She needed to go let loose.
  2. "Now we're talking." Chimed in a certain blonde as Professor Ackers went on at length about a 'Gauntlet of Elements', something her redheaded companion seemed to agree to as well. She had a much greater chance at knocking it out of the park (nor that she wouldn't, of course, what a ridiculous assumption to make) and destroying whatever grading system the Professor would have for the full term. Plus, it would give her a fantastic chance to show off - and potentially lure in new Dueling Club members, of course. Sturt, in particular. "Well, that's why they call it a trial by fire, Professor. Quite literally." Lisa responded in good humor, rather than a spiteful retort - yet another thing that made Rachel raise an eyebrow at the girl. "But I guess this Gauntlet of yours will have to do." "What the... Whatever. Time t'finish this off, wouldn'tcha say?" Rachel idly commented as the teacher brought various fireballs into existence, three hovering around near her and another trio of flames catching the other Sturt's attention. The upcoming end of the class felt bittersweet - while she was aching to get out of the classroom, the fact of the matter was that Elemental Magic was Rachel's favorite class, and water her natural element. She didn't exactly want to inhabit any other classroom after that. With the frightening accuracy of a Beater, the older of the sixth year Sturts quickly dispatched the fireballs floating nearby. It didn't take much longer for Lisa to follow suit, the same level of precision being expected from someone of her caliber. "I'd argue that ended a bit too soon, but at least it's done."
  3. For some reason, I have a bad feeling about these vacations. Can't shake it.

    Here's hoping it's just a hex or something like that.

  4. Rachel found it quite humorous when people hadn't bothered to answer the teacher, much like herself - they had just gone ahead and performed the spell as needed. Perhaps it was an indicator that the Tallygarunga student body was better than it got credit for; or, perhaps, it just meant that nobody gave much care to what the teacher was saying in the first place and just went along with the motions. The redhead slotted herself firmly within that second group. It was finally time to perform the color changing spell on someone else. She didn't feel too inclined on using a dummy (and technically, she could've just used herself), and stood up much like every other student; leaning forth on the table with both hands, a pair of blue eyes scanned the premises as the sought out for someone whom lacked a partner themselves. She really didn't want to go with the dummy.
  5. A rare confident smirk tugged at the corner of Rachel's lips. She watched the very small lightning bolts dance out of her wand's tip for a few more seconds prior to stopping to channel magic through it, causing the crackling energy to cease existing. She wasn't one to care much for house points but it did feel pleasant when she excelled at her favorite subject. It wasn't all that common for her to be able to place herself that far ahead from her peers, after all. "You could make a duel out of that." The Captain of the related club mentioned, such a thing being right up her alley. "Partner people up, assign one with defense, and one with offense. It would force people to become better, certainly..." Lisa had been looking for alternative methods to enhance dueling output among the Sturts, and felt like that class could be just what she needed in terms of perspective. "Is that all ya think about? Fightin'?" Rachel could understand Lisa's obsession with being the best to a point - she herself wanted to be noticed by others, and prove that she was worth something. However, she couldn't help but think the younger Sturt often took that way too far. "Well, it's not all I think about. But, mostly, yes."
  6. Rachel looked out at her desk, spotting the paper Professor Riverpond meant almost instantly. It looked like a standard piece of paper - there was something written down on it, something that looked to be written in the standard alphabet; however, try as she might, she couldn't even read a word, let alone parse the information of the sheet. The charm in use was obvious. The trick was dispelling it without a wand. She had, however, performed that very spell before: Tallygarunga's classes hadn't been her first rodeo with wandless magic. The conjunction of frequent travelling and having parents belonging to the International Wizarding Police made her an exceptionally knowledgeable witch for her age, and it helped that she retained things easily. It only took her hover her hand across the mind boggling text for the counter-charm to take effect. Soon the instructions inscribed on the paper were clear to the Irish girl and she could proceed. She didn't bother searching for a partner just yet, waiting for a few more students to do their jobs prior to seeking someone out. If anything, it served as a good excuse for her to laze for a few extra minutes.
  7. Been slacking off in my running. Should prepare myself to run a 10K again...

    1. Amber Cross

      Amber Cross

      Run with meeeee!

      I did that on Wednesday!

    2. Rachel Ryan

      Rachel Ryan

      I'd rather bathe in acid.

    3. Amber Cross
  8. Rachel couldn't understand what had gotten into the fellow Sturt, try as she might. There had been a little extra spring in her step, certainly, but the longer time went on, the more chipper she became; at that point, Lisa had been tackling class tasks with a mellow demeanor as opposed to her zero tolerance of failure. She couldn't help wondering just what had happened for such a change - not one the redhead actively minded, per se, so much as found herself caught completely off guard by. "Well, whatever..." She wound up muttering, letting out a sigh as an attempt to release the skepticism. There were more important things that Rachel had to concern herself with at that moment anyway: the lovely water magic class. It turned out not to be as 'lovely' as she had expected it to be, however, as they were ordered to care for the plant for the rest of the term. She was in Herbology, making it not so difficult an accomplishment to begin with, but the fact that the term wouldn't be purely water-focused got under her skin. "Ugh..." "Keeping it alive? Sounds easy." Lisa commented aloud to her desk partner despite not knowing a thing about Herbology - in her mind, if there were plenty of plants out there in the wild that were nourished and brought to thrive with the whims of the highly erratic weather, why couldn't she get a little lone plant through its life without killing it in a controlled environment? To maximize her chances of success, she paid attention to the rest of the class in silence, not having anything to add to the discussion. "Bugs could be a problem." The former Gryffindor mentioned. "Would a little zappin' count? It's not the material, but..." The water forms Rachel had been drawing in thin air quickly disappeared; soon, little sparks of crackling lightning were erupting from just over the tip of her wand instead. Her true specialty, and from what she knew, not something everyone could do. "...It's still elemental magic." "Not bad." Lisa commented, resting her chin on her palm while watching the small light show.
  9. Rachel found herself stepping out of her room earlier than usual. There was solid reasoning behind it: it would be the first class of her favorite material, within her favorite subject, taught by her favorite teacher. One would think that sort of thing would put a smile on the redhead's lips, given the excitement bubbling up under the surface, but that wasn't the case. She looked as hostile as ever - there just happened to be a twinge of interest in her gaze. She took her usual seat in the front row, setting down her bag and unsheathing her wand. She didn't even need to see the teacher perform the spell, nor hear the incantation, to replicate the effect. If there was any area in magic Rachel excelled in, it was water based magic and nobody could take it from her. It was one of very, very few things in that world she felt she was worth a damn with, and she wouldn't hold back on it. As she waited for a second task, the girl traced her wand in the air, wordlessly summoning a simple stream of water that followed the wand's movements around. A simple means of distracting herself, though she couldn't help but hope they'd get to do some precise target practice at one point or another.
  10. A sixth year electing to attend the Intermediate class was something that made sense in Rachel's head, but from the looks of it, it wasn't something most people she knew could relate to. The redhead had found out that same morning that she'd be flying solo in that class, without either of her Sturt companions showing up to the party - they both had undertaken the Advanced class for some reason. While it wasn't something that bothered her in itself, Rachel couldn't help but feel somewhat deflated at the lack of companionship that day. She stepped into the class and decided to sit in the back, unlike what she normally did, given that there was no reason to sit in the front anymore. It wasn't a class she particularly cared for either, which contributed for Rachel's general bad mood at the time. She could only hope that it would go by quick so she could go to Quidditch practice afterwards and actually feel a modicum of joy that day.
  11. "Uh... Maybe later..." MJ had hoped it wouldn't have all gone back to her, yet, it did. She would have to do her own performance sooner or later, wouldn't she? She could feel the worry bubbling up deep inside, her brain actively trying to resist such an activity. But, with the oldest student in the room being so nice, it would have been far too rude for her to outright reject it as well - she was between a rock and a hard place. "Now ya speakin' my language." The foreign student spoke up as Alex talked to her. "Honestly, I'll take both things. Gotta start somewhere anyway, 'n doesn't hurt to expand 'n all." She wasn't entirely sure which route she wanted to take just yet, regardless. Getting experience in both from the get go would most certainly help in her picking and choosing what she wanted for her future. Neither of the three seemed to speak up at all pertaining the glasses - the only sound that followed was MJ placing her guitar in its case and zipping it shut. If she wasn't going to play it that day, there was no need for it to be outside. She then hoisted it up and around her shoulders, like a backpack. "We can practice together, y'know." Laurie said to Max, not finding any reason in her head as to why they hadn't yet. Within her trunk was a drum kit, and they could soundproof it easily; all Max would have to do was to bring her own instruments inside whenever she wanted to play them.
  12. Laurie gave Alexander a mock salute with the modified drumsticks with the compliment, and took the time to dispel the transfiguration so they'd return to their original form. Even if it did cater to her ego somewhat to be recognized in her musical aptitude, she was still more focused on the high that was having made that impromptu cover with her friend - Laurie wasn't there to look good, she was there to have fun. Her attention was captured by her roommate once again, an eyebrow raising as Max seemingly went ahead and hit on her without even being prompted - but perhaps, she didn't even realize her words could be taken in such a way. More impressive than that was the backflip she had seemingly done for no reason at all other than just feeling like it. Other than a friendly wink at the statement, Laurie didn't reply to it at all, wanting to leave it at that so the meetup could proceed. It seemed that it was Alexander's turn to show off his skills. As he went on about his guitar having a name, MJ's gaze lowered to her own instrument once again. The guitar in her hands never had one to her knowledge - at least she herself hadn't given it a name, and Vivian hadn't as far as she was aware. Should she give the guitar a name as well? What would she even call it, Vivian? The thought made her grimace ever so slightly with the cringey idea. Just because she played because of her little sister didn't mean that it should be named after her. Perhaps she could get Justice to name it instead...? Rachel, in the meantime, was more distracted by the fact that there were wine glasses at school. Not only that, there were wine glasses in the Musiciary classroom. Her eyes squinted and her head tilted mildly to the side in confusion as Alex's spell took effect. "What the fuck?" She muttered under her breath, her brain not computing what she was seeing - quite the feat, all things considered, given the nature of their studies. The redhead's ear twitched in annoyance as the piano was enchanted to operate on its own once more, jaw clenching as she struggled not to voice her frustrations. Rachel realized it was unhealthy to have such an attachment to the instrument, but that skill was all she had to her name. To see someone else play it, directly or otherwise, felt like someone was stealing her identity; or worse, prove how unimportant her dedication was, because they could do it too. She'd need to take a long walk after the meeting. But when it came to an end, she let out a breath she didn't realize she was holding - one of relief. "We done yet?"
  13. Are there any decent batting cages around these parts?

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    2. Amber Cross

      Amber Cross

      ...What about today? I'm done with training already.

    3. Travis Franklin

      Travis Franklin

      Sure, I'm all yours today.

    4. Amber Cross

      Amber Cross

      I'll head out now then, see you in a bit.

  14. Laurie found herself having to contain a chuckle the moment Max started - she knew that song. She found it quite funny that a redhead of all things was playing the same song as Merida from Brave. Knowing it by heart, she couldn't help but smirk as she took out her wand and morphed her drumsticks to resemble swizzle sticks, wanting to go with a more atmospheric vibe to it. It wasn't to show off at that point - rather, she wanted to accompany her friend and bring her remarkable skill into the limelight, even if it was technically Laurie's grand presentation. Focusing mostly on having a steady rhythm upon the toms and the rare cymbal use, careful not to hit the instrument as hard as she usually did so not to drown out her roommate's voice due to a lack of use of a microphone. For once, Rachel was legitimately impressed - not at the fact that the two seemed to sync up quite easily, but at Max being able to sing while playing her instrument so effortlessly. Having engaged in that endeavor herself many a time before, she knew how ridiculously difficult it could be. While she had trained herself to be able to do such a thing, she would be lying if it didn't strain her concentration more than she'd like it to. To see someone do it at the drop of a hat like that surprisingly struck her with awe, as well as an unwelcome feeling of inadequacy. MJ's attention was on the same girl, but on how much skill she displayed with the guitar instead. Looking at her own instrument, and back at Max's, it occurred to her that she could potentially ask her for a tip or two. Maybe she should approach her at a later time? Even if her apparent bubbly personality was quite intimidating in the blonde's point of view. The song that the pair played eventually came to an end. Laurie ended up not displaying much in the way of skill due to the demands of the tune in question, but it didn't bother her much at all - if anything, it made her look forward to potential future covers they could make. "Not bad, Merida. Not bad. Not only a princess, but a Disney princess at that. Should I expect a grizzly bear occupying my bed later?"
  15. This break is going by real quick, ain't it?

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    2. Amber Cross

      Amber Cross

      You all need to chill.

    3. Lisa Knotley

      Lisa Knotley

      I'll "chill" when I have the Spencer Quidditch Team crushed underfoot.

    4. Travis Franklin

      Travis Franklin

      Savage. . . 

Rachel Vanessa Ryan
Sturt Quidditch Team Beater Sixth Year
17 year old Pureblood Human She/Her
Age:  17
Date of Birth: November 26th, 2001
Birthplace: Dublin, Ireland
Year Level: Sixth Year
Occupation: Sturt Quidditch Team Beater
Blood Status: Pureblood
Species: Human
Player:  Kirupachi
Pronouns: She/Her
Patronus: Hedgehog
Wand: Gnarled Yew, 9 1/2'', Hippogriff Tail Hair Core
Play-by: Karen Gillan
  • 1st to 3rd Year - Hogwarts, Gryffindor House
  • 4th to 5th Year - Ilvermorny, Pukwudgie House
  • Current - Tallygarunga, Sturt House
  • Really wants to connect with someone in some way, and craves people's attention;
  • Kinda sorta really likes sappy romantic fiction;
  • Victim of unintentional neglect through her childhood due to her parents being overworked to their eyeballs at all times;
  • Actually a very good person with solid moral standards, but very embarrassed about doing 'good for the sake of good', having the urge to rebel;
  • Is deeply unsettled by the thought of harming any living being, even if it's just a bug or an actual enemy out to kill her;
  • Selfless to ridiculous extremes, with a big tendency for self sacrifice;
  • Doesn't think she's worth anything nor anyone's time, causing her to push everyone around her away with her behavior.
General Knowledge
  • Has the tendency to swear every other phrase;
  • Thinks the sorting system is both drunk and sadistic for placing her in the Sturt house;
  • Sarcasm galore;
  • A bit too influenced by Internet meme culture;
  • Does not play well with others, nor with authority (unless it's a sport);
  • Smiling isn't a thing - the most you get out of her is a smirk when she happens to make fun of you. Otherwise, she looks perpetually annoyed/pissed off;
  • Extremely talented vocalist (soprano range) and pianist, looking to pursue a career in either or both;
  • Excellent memory, to the point she breezes through school without bothering to study, retaining what she needs in class directly;
  • A source of frustration would be that she shows potential to be so much greater than what she bothers to apply herself to;
  • Versatile Quidditch player, mainly playing as a Beater but doubling as a competent Seeker when needed;
  • Huge fan of baseball, rooting for the Toronto Blue Jays and the New York Yankees, and used to play it herself during her Muggle culture-focused year;
  • Absolute natural in water-based elemental magic, and seems to be jumping a few hoops over what's expected of her as she seems at least capable of incorporating electricity into her magic;
  • Left handed (primarily);
  • Likes to tinker... with anything, really.

A very rude, sarcastic and headstrong girl, it's not uncommon for her to rub most people she meets the wrong way. She speaks her mind with hostility dripping from every word, and even people that she may be close to have a problem dodging this. Those who don't understand her usually rule her out as an angsty teenager, and those who do start believing she's a force of nature with a lot of heart.

Most of the time she just acts like she wants to be left alone - her upbringing inadequacy makes her question her worth, meaning she doesn't believe others should bother with her, thus causing her hostility to surface. If someone bothers to spend time with her anyway, it's hard to shed that massive mental barrier but her amicable manners start to peer through her words and actions. If they end up in the other end of the spectrum, however, she takes great pleasure in making fun of them and going out of her way to mess with them, akin to a bully.

She doesn't let conventional fears get in the way of whatever it is she must do, since 'you gotta do what you gotta do'. The quicker you start, the quicker you finish. Never leave anyone behind, and get to the finish line even if you have to cut a limb off. Albeit reckless and impulsive, her bravery and seldom displayed empathy has won brownie points with authority figures of previous schools, and she has always left them in good standing.

Rachel values other people's lives and feelings over her own as she considers herself unimportant. This makes it so she has a very big tendency for self sacrifice over others, often behind the scenes, not hesitating in being an absolute warrior for that cause. Even if she doesn't like the person too much, she will go out of her way if she sees they absolutely need it. She rationalizes this via excuses, saying she's doing it for someone else she does care about for example.

Ultimately, her self worth issues also cause her not to care much about her studies to the point she never picks up a book outside of class. Throughout her academic career her teachers always found this very unfortunate, as she certainly presents all the signs for a witch with extreme potential - she dominates the subjects she's in, and shows the occasional unintended flair of brilliance, mostly out of mischievousness and accidental discovery.


Rachel is a bit on the shorter side, standing at around 160 cm. Her petite figure belies her fitness and upper body strength - she's a competent runner and beater, and very light on her feet. This often leads to people underestimating her abilities in athletic fields.

Her ginger hair is actually curly, although she magically straightens it on a daily basis since she doesn't like it. Her hazel eyes need the aid of reading glasses but she's rarely spotted with those on at all, since they hurt her very sensitive skin and leave the sides of her nose raw.

Her wardrobe is extravagant on occasion, though this isn't exactly a fashion statement - rather, it's to annoy people around her for no reason at all, and unconscious means to getting the attention she craves.


Rachel Vanessa Ryan was born to two pureblood wizards in Dublin, Ireland. Her childhood was rather chaotic - she was constantly moving around the United Kingdom due to her parents' work demands, and never stayed in one school for too long. As a result she never formed any friendships to speak of, and her only actual 'friend' was the piano that was taken with them in every move. She also took a liking to running by herself as means of expending extra energy, as their neighborhoods were mostly safe and/or magically protected.

The longest time she's been at a school was when she was in Hogwarts - for three full years, she was in the Gryffindor house. She was somewhat alienated from her peers despite the sense of camaraderie and her successes in Quidditch, becoming an alternate player for them in the first year, and quickly rising to a main roster position in the second.

Just as she felt like she could start fitting in, her parents were assigned to New York, in the United States. Rachel was transferred to Ilvermorny, and drafted to the Pukwudgie house. The process repeated itself - except she felt herself growing more withdrawn, and more verbally abusive. She didn't even stand a chance before her parents had to move again to Toronto, taking her along and forcing her to take a year off of schooling.

They were in a Muggle community that time, and so she had to adapt. Being used to being a Beater in Quidditch, she had an easy time taking up baseball and found out she actually enjoyed it. The introduction of Muggle (and, unfortunately, Internet) culture made her temporarily mellow out and form a few bonds, for as fleeting as they were, which made that year and a half go by a bit too fast for her liking. And as her life usually dictated, any feelings of settling in at last were soon followed by being uprooted. It happened then as well, and she was moved to Australia.

By that point, Rachel was visibly angry over moving so many times - her parents opted to sign her up to Tallygarunga and leave her there regardless of where they may end up, something she honestly doubts will happen. Due to different in school times she applied just before the school year was about to end, and was accepted in to the fifth year she had already completed for the sole purpose of an examination of talents and knowledge to ensure she was prepared to take on the sixth year. With abundant free time, all there's left for her to do is to aimlessly roam the campus, as well as Narrie, and endlessly torment the people she comes across.

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